English Poetry. John Milton. Another On The Same. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) Another On The Same Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot, Made of sphear-metal, never to decay […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Little Boy Found. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Мальчик найденный
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, Appeared like his father, in white. He kissed the child, and by the hand led, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Shanty on the Rise. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shanty on the Rise When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers’ Rest’; It was built of bark and saplings, and was rather rough inside, But ’twas good […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Wander-Light. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Wander-Light And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn – ’Tis the soiled rag of a tatter Of the tent where I was born. And what matters it, I wonder? Brick or […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Man Who Raised Charlestown. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Man Who Raised Charlestown They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George – The parson from his pulpit and the blacksmith from his forge; They were hanging men and brothers, and the stoutest heart was down, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Vagabond. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Vagabond White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea — But the song of my heart is for none to hear If one of them waves for me. A roving, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. In the Days When the World Was Wide. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) In the Days When the World Was Wide The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go; Greater, or smaller, the same […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Send Round the Hat. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Send Round the Hat Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush – Should be simple and plain to a dunce: ”If a man’s in a hole you must pass round the hat – Were he jail-bird […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Cherry-Tree Inn. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Cherry-Tree Inn The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar — The chimneys are crumbling, the log fires are dead, And green mosses spring from the hearthstone instead. The voices are […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Wattle. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Wattle I saw it in the days gone by, When the dead girl lay at rest, And the wattle and the native rose We placed upon her breast. I saw it in the long ago (And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Song and the Sigh. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Song and the Sigh The creek went down with a broken song, ’Neath the sheoaks high; The waters carried the song along, And the oaks a sigh. The song and the sigh went winding by, Went winding […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Since Then. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Since Then I met Jack Ellis in town to-day — Jack Ellis — my old mate, Jack — Ten years ago, from the Castlereagh, We carried our swags together away To the Never-Again, Out Back. But times […]
English Poetry. John Milton. On His Blindness. Джон Мильтон. О слепоте
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Black Bonnet. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Black Bonnet A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. In knitted gloves and quaint old dress, Without a spot or smirch, Her worn face […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Captain of the Push. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Captain of the Push As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones’s Alley sloped the Captain of the Push; And he scowled towards the North, and he scowled towards the South, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Sliprails and the Spur. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Sliprails and the Spur The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land— He raised the sliprails, one by one, And shot them home with trembling hand; Her brown hands clung—her face grew pale— Ah! quivering chin and eyes that brim!— […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. I’ll Tell You What You Wanderers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) I’ll Tell You What You Wanderers I’ll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town; Don’t look into a good girl’s eyes, until you’ve settled down. It’s hard to go away alone and leave old chums behind- It’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Knocked Up. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Knocked Up I’m lyin’ on the barren ground that’s baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out; I’ve got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin’ brow — […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Shadows Before. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Shadows Before ”Like clouds o’er the South are the nations who reign On fair islands that we would command; But clouds that are darker and denser than these Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas And rest […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Lights of Cobb & Co.. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Lights of Cobb & Co. Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; The mail-coach looming darkly by light on moon and star; The […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Fall in, My Men, Fall in. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Fall in, My Men, Fall in The short hour’s halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead men laid to rest. Three days have we retreated The brave old Curse-and-Grin […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Wreck of the `Derry Castle’. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Wreck of the `Derry Castle’ Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And the surges shout his winnings, And the surges shriek his winnings, All […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Australian Engineers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Australian Engineers Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things over and over again. For the sake of the sleek importer we slave with the pick and […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. On a Drop of Dew. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) On a Drop of Dew See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its Mansion new; For the clear Region where ’twas born Round in its self incloses: And in its little Globes […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. To Be Amused. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) To Be Amused You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling mad, Australia races to her doom. You bid me sing the light and fair, The […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The City Bushman. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The City Bushman It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent; And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push, Though […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Australia’s Peril. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Australia’s Peril We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in and the wrong that we have seen done. Let the bride of frivolous fashion, and of ease, be ashamed and dumb, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. When the Children Come Home. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) When the Children Come Home On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ’neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Drover’s Sweetheart. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Drover’s Sweetheart An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the dusty cows; And once I used to sit and rest Beneath the fading dome, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Loveable Characters. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Loveable Characters I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable characters out in the West, With humour heroic and quaint; And, be it Up Country, or […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Past Carin’. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Past Carin’ Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin’, And down below the spur, I know, Another `milker’s’ dyin’; The crops have withered from the ground, The tank’s clay bed is glarin’, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. A Song of the Republic. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) A Song of the Republic Sons of the South, awake! arise! Sons of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world errors and wrongs and lies. Making a hell in a Paradise That belongs […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Every Man Should Have a Rifle. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Every Man Should Have a Rifle So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions ”over yonder” of the war I know must come. In the corner – not a vision – but a sign […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Old Jimmy Woodser. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Old Jimmy Woodser The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, by far; So he glides to the end where the lunch baskets are And they […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Young Love. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Young Love Come little Infant, Love me now, While thine unsuspected years Clear thine aged Fathers brow From cold Jealousie and Fears. Pretty surely ’twere to see By young Love old Time beguil’d: While our Sportings are as free As the Nurses with […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Bush Girl. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Bush Girl So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,” Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn— You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect That you were glad to be […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Eureka. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Eureka Roll up, Eureka’s heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor’s gone to join you in the big camp where you are; Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can, For well he battled for the rights of […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Heart of Australia. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Heart of Australia When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come: And I pictured Australians fighting as their fathers fought of old For […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Blue Mountains. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Blue Mountains Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on mosses slipping. Like ramparts round the valley’s edge The tinted cliffs are standing, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Wide Spaces. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Wide Spaces When the man I was denounces all the things that I was not, When the true souls stand like granite, while the souls of liars not – When the quids I gave are counted, and the trays I cadged […]